Passionate About Pittsburgh
and the Moms Who Live Here

The Gift

I went to buy a gift for my boy

I asked the clerk show me his best toy

He scoffed, and said “this one’s his”

A brown box, that’s it?

He gave it to me and I took it

I handled the weight and shook it

A puzzle? What is this?

Where’s the picture for guidance?

He said, You don’t get to have one.

Just figure it out until it’s done.

I looked in the box with no name

A thousand pieces and none the same.

What are we supposed to do with it?

None of the shapes look like they fit.

The clerk crossed his arms and said no returns

Start working piece by piece til you learn.

The picture that he creates is up to you

Look through his eyes to find what to do

Teach others and the ones around him

To put together the pieces of Autism.

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